Bad Poem

They say every cloud has a silver lining, but does it?

Sometimes my life feels like a broken record

The same things being said over and over and over

Like it had scratched as much as a mosquito bite

I wish I knew how to fly a kite

To get it to such a high height

But I can’t

I’ve never flown one before

Kites are free to fly through the sky

Why aren’t I?

Because I’m not a kite

I’m a human

One that feels like a rebel without a cause

But maybe that’s just because I’m me

And I’m only human.

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